"I don't like Slytherin either. He wants to use me to hold those stinking potions."
"I prefer Ravenclaw. She always praises my beauty when she brings me tea."
"Of course, my favorite is Hufflepuff. She created me and gave me a nice name, Kebab."
The teapot was very talkative and made the table unbearable.
"Shut up teapot!"
"You should shut up and call me Hu Bao!"
Never has there been such a ridiculous thing as a quarrel between the teapot and the table.
The two girls were also a little at a loss.
John said: "This is where Hufflepuff stayed. I think some mechanism was triggered to make them come alive."
"I don't know, I've never been here before." Hannah shook her head hurriedly.
The cabinet was still fuming, "Chef, hurry up!"
Daphne didn't panic when she saw John was there and asked, "What should we do?"
"Do as they say," John shrugged. "I happen to be a little hungry and hope there is something to fill my stomach."
"Of course there will be, this is the greatest kitchen." Teapot never misses an opportunity to brag about the kitchen.
"As long as you read out the material, it will appear here," Teapot said to the two girls. "You'd better hurry up. The big cabinet has a bad temper. It likes to smash things when it's angry."
"Let's cook, Hannah." Daphne also knew that she was right to listen to John.
Pulling the pale Hannah, the two went to the cooking area.
"apron!"
The big cabinet is like a stern head chef, roaring: "Put on your apron, chef!"
The two people quickly put on the aprons placed here.
"Keep it clean!" the big cupboard chattered. "Every time
Every ingredient must be clean, and your hands must be clean too. "
Hannah wanted to cry a little, but her endurance was not strong.
Being watched and scolded by such a stern chef made her mentally unstable.
"What are we going to do?" Daphne asked Hannah quietly.
Hannah's mind went blank and she hesitated to say anything.
Daphne was also a little anxious.
She subconsciously looked back for John, who thought for a moment, "Quick, easy, and filling."
He was lowering his demands on Daphne.
Daphne thought for a while, stared at the potato, and had an idea.
She brought the potatoes over and said to Hannah, "We peel the potatoes and make them into mashed potatoes."
Hannah was originally going to teach Daphne, but instead she became the one being taught.
They picked up the knives and started peeling, and John shook his head speechlessly.
You are wizards, just use magic.
Seeing a large piece of potato being peeled off, John couldn't bear to look at it.
"This is not a secret room."
There was no prompt from John's system, indicating that this was not Hufflepuff's secret room.
But the secret room should be here.
And his arrival triggers a certain mechanism that makes these items come alive.
"What are the conditions for entering the secret room?" John looked around.
Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets is hidden behind a painting, and there is no painting here.
His fingers brushed over the words engraved on the table, and the long table laughed.
"I'm sorry, my dear guest, it tickles me."
The long table shook the teapot and cups with laughter.
"Hu Bao, why do you call me a distinguished guest?" John asked.
Hu Bao said respectfully: "I feel the breath of the four founders in you."
"oh?"
about
John thought about what he was carrying, and how he had been touching Ravenclaw's books not long ago.
I think it was because of the aura left on my body after coming into contact with the relics of the four founders.
"Are many people entering this place?"
John glanced at the two girls who were busy.
Wait, what did Daphne add to the steamed potatoes?
That's... durian?
Don't! What are you going to do with that piece of ginger!
A drop of cold sweat fell on John's forehead.
Hu Bao thought for a while and said: "Sometimes a little wizard comes in, but they are always looking for something to eat."
"The latest one is great, she cooks with so much love."
Potbo cleared the tea and said in a sacred tone: "Hufflepuff said that the secret to delicious food is to infuse emotion."
“The anger of fried fish, the softness of bread, the heat of stew, the greenness of apple pie, each requires care to infuse it with unusual magic.”
"This theory has not been passed down," John said unexpectedly, "Hufflepuff must have encountered something."
"Yes, she is the best wizard," Potbo liked John's respect for Hufflepuff. "Slytherin's departure means she can no longer make such delicious food."
"She cooks for her friends, a place they rarely come to since Slytherin left."
"Hogwarts has a new kitchen and no one comes here to eat anymore."
At this point, Hu Bao's spout bent, and they were very sad.
Hu Bao likes to see the four giants happily talking about their future together.
Although Gryffindor was careless, Slytherin sometimes brought potions that ruined the taste.
Can
A kitchen full of emotion is the best.
Even after an argument, they would sit down and enjoy a delicious meal of cod.
“With them gone, we have become meaningless,” Hu Bao said.
"There will be new wizards discovering you later," John said as he saw the food being baked. "They are just like the four original founders, bringing their friends to this magical place."
"You're right!" Hu Bao raised his spout happily.
At this time, a smell came.
John sighed.
"John, this dish is called thunder!"
Seeing Daphne's face still covered with crushed ginger that she accidentally touched, John just wanted to ask who invented this.
Mashed potatoes are mixed with mashed ginger, and some durians are added to increase the consistency, and a layer of what seems to be tomato sauce is poured on top.
John hesitated to speak.
Hannah also looked at the thing called 'thunder' with suspicion. After taking this bite, she just cleared the mine in her mouth.
"No, why are you using me to hold this? Take it away quickly, I can't stand it anymore!"
The plate whined.
John picked up the spoon and scooped up a spoonful.
Hu Bao screamed: "You don't want to eat that thing, do you?"
John tapped the table with his fingers and said flatly: "A full stomach is the happiest thing."
The table laughed: "Don't touch it, it's too itchy."
Putting the dish called 'Thunder' into his mouth, John's eyes widened.
He felt the magic power moving within his body, and the magic power contained in this mouthful was no less than the last time.
He looked up at Daphne, who still had ginger paste on her face, and the emotion poured into her turned into magic.
Second bite.
John kept putting 'Thunderbolt' in his mouth
, except for those weird particles and sticky texture, this thing still has advantages.
For example, its ketchup is real ketchup.
Well, there are so many advantages.
After the whole plate was wiped out, John calmly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.
At this time, he noticed that there was a strange lock open on the back of the cabinet where the grumpy chef had grown up.
There are four locks on the big cabinet, and now there are only three locks left.
John stared for a while and said to Daphne: "I hope there are other dishes."
Daphne was startled, then immediately became happy.
"you like to eat?"
"Uh... I just want to eat." John couldn't lie, so he had to use a more euphemistic reason.
After all, he has no sense of taste.
Daphne was very happy, hugging Hannah and jumping up.
The grumpy chef got angry at the cabinet, smashed two bowls and said, "The distinguished guests still want to order, so hurry up and get started!"
The two of them dodged the tableware that fell out of the big cabinet and ran back to the cooking area.
John's eating of 'Thunderbolt' gave Daphne great confidence.
Like an experienced chef, she began to direct Hannah to make some preparations.
And Hannah is also studying hard.
They seemed to have forgotten who taught whom today.
Hu Bao said with admiration: "You actually finished eating."
"No big deal." John shrugged.
His eyes always fell on the back of the big cabinet.
All the four locks above were opened, and I didn’t know what it was.
The pot treasure admired John, and it flatteringly refilled the empty teacup with hot tea.
The other tools in the kitchen all made a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sound, forming a tune.
Soon, the second dish came.
That's an escape
Fengtang fried noodles.
Well, it's really windy.
John stared at the noodles floating above, lost in thought.
Why do you add special effects to cooking?
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